The storm is coming in now,
after an afternoon of perfection
the clouds are rushing in fast
the wind is howling through the apartment
things are flying
doors are slamming
Outside
the clouds are an angry grey
The birds are twittering, rushing for shelter
where do the birds go?
Doesnt it make you wonder?
This day,
much reminds me of another,
a few weeks ago on a Sunday
On the last day of Blue's stay
When we took pictures of the storm
And when the rain came, May and I went to play
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